Re: word construction: 01/05/06

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: : : It was a dark day. The world was closing. : : : There stood the exploding musical grandmaster. : : : Everything was bending in on itself. : : : Start up the band. : : : Hidden like a mummy in forgetfulness : : : Hidden like the afikomen. : : : Uncreated Light. : : : Awaits to break forth. : : : Entrancements of owls kindly beckoned : : : To provide a hidden channel : : : Over the luminous ripples : : : Down in phosphorus caverns. : : : Nothing is starkly written : : : In powder under fingernails : : : And screechings of bone on steel : : : The words are like oil on my head. : : : Guardians with lanterns : : : Turning to whisper : : : Stood witness to the entrance : : : Of fools into wisdom. : : : Bill Rogers 01/05/06 : : : : Oh, that fourth paragraph. Those are pretty much the things that make me crazy--chalky dust and screechings. (The worst are fingernails on slate.) Please don't starkly write anything that way. Please. : : But the screechings of owls kindly beckoning are good. : : Luminous ripples in phosphorous caverns -- can I live there? : : Uncreated Light waiting to break forth -- can I see that? : : The entrance of fools into wisdom -- can I be that? : Yes, you can, can, can. Thanks for reading. It's a sort of a dreamscape of recent months.

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